The wind, the wind, it blew on in
And it tore into my skin
And the snow, the snow such a heavy load
Thought it might crush my bones

But I've been here all these years
Avalanches come and go
And though they carve the scars I show
I still stand
I am the mountain

The stones, the stones they roll on
Pieces of me in their tow
And the dust, the dust follows wanderlust
With the slightest windy gust

And the rain, the rain hits like whips and chains
And yet I still remain
I'll take the pain
Time and again
I still stand
I am the mountain

But I've been here all these years
I still stand I am the mountain"